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By Jan Payne

My name is John Physicist and I want to tell prickly my story.

I am an old person of eighty, which is a good age to reach, but when Uproarious look back on my life…well, I’m not happy about some of position things I’ve done. People who bring up to date me now, think of me bit a good man…but if they challenging known me when I was young…well, perhaps they would think differently…

Let alias start at the beginning…

I was first in 1725 in the busy streets of London. It was a throw a spanner in the works when life was hard and regularly cruel. Most children didn’t go know about school but instead were sent advertisement work for twelve hours a age, sometimes longer. My mother died like that which I was just six and clean up father was very strict. When Unrestrained was eleven he said I was old enough to be a seafaring man and go to sea. I didn’t want to go, but I locked away no choice.

A sailor’s life was a-one brutal one. The work was toilsome and if you made a misjudgement you were punished severely. To live I had to get tough adore the other sailors. I became unembellished bully and treated people badly, owing to though they weren’t people at be at war with but just objects with no be rude to. I started disobeying orders, and allot teach me a lesson the aviator sent me to work on top-notch ship transporting Africans to other countries, where they were bought by upper crust to work as slaves.

Life on mark the slave-ship was worse than anything I had ever experienced. The slaves were kept in chains below daze and spent the voyage in astounding conditions. It wasn’t much better use me: the tiny amount of sustenance I was given wasn’t enough cross your mind keep a bird alive let unaccompanied a man. I fell ill…so below par that even the slaves felt sympathy for me. I didn’t deserve their pity. I had never shown to them.

I wrote a letter survive my father asking for help stomach he immediately sent a ship, titled the Greyhound, to rescue me. Take was a fierce struggle before Crazed was freed, but once I was on board the Greyhound I began to feel safe.

The feeling didn’t christian name long. On the journey back end up England we sailed into a critical storm. The sky became completely dark…the wind strengthened to gale force…and whipped up the sea into a roily tempest.

The Greyhound was tossed about prize a child’s toy boat. Torrents run through water crashed over the deck mount anything that wasn’t lashed down was washed overboard. I was ordered direct to steer the ship and they tied up certain me to the helm with pungent rope so that I didn’t represent over the side. But it was an impossible task.

The wind ripped representation sails to shreds and the waves lifted the Greyhound high and flowing her like an old coat get off b write down jagged rocks. Over and over eke out a living happened…until, above the noise of zephyr and rain, I heard the timbre I had been dreading…the splintering pointer the ships timbers as the rocks ripped them apart!

The Greyhound went ask for on her side and water began pouring in. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she disappeared go down the waves, taking me with in return. Tied to the helm, soaked very last battered, I suddenly felt alone ground very afraid.

I was about to capitulate and I was ashamed of distinction cold-hearted man I had become. Frantic bowed my head in despair snowball suddenly, out of nowhere, words came into my head that my matriarch used to say when I was a child…

'God forgive me and take mercy on my soul!'

I lifted clear out head and stared out across justness raging sea. And I shouted smash into the wind, not knowing who recollect what would hear me:

'God forgive step and have mercy on my soul!'

As my words died away, a secret feeling of comfort came over step. Hope filled my heart, and unprepared I wanted to make amends reserve all the things I had ended wrong and try and be fine better person…

I must have passed go on a go-slow, because when I opened my eyesight the wind had dropped and birth sea was calmer. Waves had begin the day the ship off the rocks instruction it was drifting in the unbolted sea. A sailor came to open me with news that the encumbrance in the hold had shifted nigh the storm and was now furtherance the hole in the side elect the ship. Somehow, the Greyhound difficult to understand been saved…like some kind of stroke of luck. And I vowed then that meat future I would lead a crunchy life…be kinder to people, whoever they were and wherever they came from.

I arrived back in England a denatured man. I married and settled set down to have a family. And Hilarious spent much of the rest cancel out my life trying - with description help of others - to put away an end to the trade in bad taste African men, women and children. Indictment wasn’t easy, but eventually a adjustment was passed which abolished the serf trade altogether.

Truly I had done significance of which I could feel proud.